Dream [h.s.]

one

He was standing there again, just watching her. Those intensely green eyes of his scanning her every move although she wasn't doing much at all. Unless he thought drinking hot chocolate and trying to write poetry as a lot.

She had seen him there just about every night for a week, but she had never seen him before. Usually you're supposed to know the people in your dreams, some kind of facial recognition crap that she hadn't paid too much attention to in AP Psychology the year before, but she literally hadn't the slightest clue of who he might be.

He didn't seem to notice that she noticed him either. Always, he would linger and watch her closely as if she was actually something to good to look at, like a piece of art. It was strange, but she didn't seem to mind it.

However, she did want to know who he was.

Katerina closed her small notebook carefully and tucked the gnawed-on- pen in one of the pockets of her sweater before standing and making her way over to this strange man with the intense green eyes.

He continued to watch her but he didn't think she would approach him. His eyes widened slightly as she stood before him with her sleeves that were too long and her worn notebook in hand.

Katerina studied him carefully, she had never been this close to him. His eyes were even prettier up close and he had a bit of acne around his forehead but she didn't mind it too much because it made him human just like everybody else.

"You've been watching me like this for a week. Who are you?" Her voice was calm and confident although she had to admit that she was very unnerved by the way he smiled at her. It didn't look forced, but it also didn't look natural.

Actually, she thought it looked rather creepy even with those deep indents in his cheeks where his dimples hid.

Something seemed to pass through his eyes for a moment before he spoke.

"You can see me?" His voice was low and dripping with a British accent.

Katerina rolled her dark eyes, "No, I'm pretending that I can see you."

She held her ground even though something about him now made her want to run away.

He could tell that she was scared, but she was very smart in keeping it hidden and he admired that.

"Interesting."

Katerina continued to stare at him because he was so strange and because she didn't know how to answer him. The stranger lifted his right hand and cupped her cheek. His hands were cold, far too cold for it to have been from the low temperature, but Katerina didn't flinch nor did she blush like most girls would have.

Again, he looked at her curiously and she looked right back, her stare unwavering.

"I want to know who you are." She didn't ask this time, rather demanded because he was avoiding answering for some reason and, quite frankly, he was just strange.

Katerina swore she saw his eyes change like he'd flipped a lens much like a reptile would. His smile softened and his thumb brushed against her cheek gently as he spoke.

"You don't want to know who I am and you never saw me."

His plump lips met hers briefly but it was a meaningless kiss and his lips were cold, just like his hands.

Katerina stared at him with furrowed brows, "Did you just try to hypnotize me or something, because it didn't work."

The strange man stared at her blankly. He was taken aback and her lips quirked up into a small smirk.